Jonathan’s face lights up as soon as we pull into the driveway. During our bedtime routine, he actually laughs out loud. He knows he’s home! What I long for, Jonathan doesn’t tell, he shows. Shows and experiences wholly. Completely, on the deepest level. Here he is loved.
Read MoreLately, we’ve luxuriated in the lush green of summer. A deep blue vault shimmers above the crowd of towering oaks.
Read MoreHappy Jonathan, happy day! Jonathan watches contentedly from our front deck as Nick, Matthew and I envision, plant and transplant in my flower garden. Springtime, birthday delight! And then – enough! Grinning rakishly, Jonathan creeps over the deck railing to join the action. And what a time he has. Crowing a delighted “Eeee!” Jonathan revels in the rough texture of shredded pine bark against wiggling toes and wriggling fingers, mulch rubbed onto the driveway, tossed skyward to drift back down. Glorious freedom. Glorious sunshine. The picture says it all.
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